Lost Creek Hollow wait, what? did you say 'eat people?' are you a cannibal, caleb?

She had been keeping a close eye on her newest siblings lately (sometimes even having no choice but, as Liffey left them in her and her father's care occassionally to go stretch her legs). Their teeny size and strange noises made her nervous, but Deshyr was determined to be a good babysitter. No. The best babysitter! Rannoch had been teaching her each of their little quirks (at least as much as each one had formed in their few short days on this earth) and needs, and she was beginning to get the hang of it.

Her parents had left her in charge again while they were out doing adult things, leaving Deshyr to idly lay just outside the den, peering intently at its dark opening. Nothing had really happened within the past hour (she had been told they were sleeping), and the girl almost felt herself drift off before a sudden movement caught her attention. She immediately sat up straight. A small, wobbly potato had materialised out of the void of the den and now sat, wide-eyed and staring up at the wide open sky above. Aengus, she was pretty sure this one was. They all really just looked like brown blobs with nubs for feet at the moment, if she was being completely honest.

"Oh, hey little buddy, what're you doing out here?" she greeted, wiggling forwards and falling to her stomach in front of her brother.